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« Clarksville for Obama MySpace page up; volunteers ready for presidential race | Home | FISA isn’t the worst of it » Caring for our parents: Planning, understanding and love required
By Charles Moreland | February 24, 2008 |
Grandfather, lean, lanky, tall and bony, had muscles of steel from haying. plowing, chopping wood and milking cows daily. He worked diligently from sunrise to sunset. He had no electricity or indoor plumbing, and water for the household was carried in buckets from the spring at the bottom of the hill, up about 200 feet to the house. Though he had a good wife, Maggie, and eight children, he himself was constantly at work with farm chores, sometimes helped by hiring out a neighbor for 50 cents a day. Grandfather’s medical care was given a low priority in his available resources. The farm produced only a meager income . For every ear of corn grown on his 40 acres, there were 10 rocks to be cleared. The land actually produced more useless rocks than corn. There was no such thing as “rock sou” in the Ozarks. The years of survival and stress took a toll on his health and at age 70 he was diagnosed with pneumonia; this disease without medication caused untold suffering and hardship. It caused the death of my grandfather, a man I respected and loved. For two years he took the role of father when I lived with them during the first two years of my life. In a way, I was his son and became his child as my single mother worked in a shoe factory in a town 25 miles away. As the disease ravaged him, he moved to town to live with one of his sons, my Uncle Frank. The last time I saw him alive he was resting on a couch. His children did what they could to financially and morally support him. Grandfather was an honest moral, person. Recently in my reading on the Civil War I was introduced to a new word: Atavistic, meaning the appearance of a physical attitude in a person that was found in an ancestor, relative or significant person.I believe that besides genetic traits, I carry a few of my grandfather’s characteristics. As I age I become more sensitive to his contribution to my life. Within a year, grandmother packed her meager belongings and moved to town (Rolla, MO) He children assisted her in loading and unpacking the dozen quilts she made with scraps of brightly colored cloth The bought her a small house for $1,800, near her caring children. She made the diminutive place a sanctuary for her grandchildren. Unfortunately, she passed while I was attending seminary in 1961. I remember my grandparents being cared for and provided for by their children. This is a situation many of us must confront: how to care for aging parents. “Moving a parent into your home” is an illuminating article I read recently in Money Advisor (February 2008). This is one course of action open to an adult who parent totheir parent.
We are living in the sandwich generation. On this day, 34 million of our fellow citizens care for an aging parent of relative because of health problems and the devastation caused by mental downgrading. There are times when kit is practical to a share a home with parents. I praise my sister, Sharon, for unselfishly giving a home to my mother before her death in March. What follows are suggestions on the subject of caring for a parent, especially if that parent is to move into your home. A comprehensive discussion of this subject is found in Money Advisor, 2.08, pg 10. A copy of this back issue is available for $5.00 from CRMA, 101 Truman Ave., Yonkers, NY 10703. This is one of my favorite periodicals. Here are areas to research before bringing a parent into your home. Such decisions made out of affection and a sense of responsibility still require guidelines.
Caring for a parent in your home is a challenge. It has its benefits and its problems, but the problems can be minimized and worked through by the caregivers.Understanding the meaning of “tough love” is helpful when an adult child become the parent. The advice given for effective communication between a parent and child are applicable as well when you begin parenting your parents in later life. As I reflect on this narrative, I am analyzing my own situation. At age 70, I recognize at least cognitively that my daughter may at some point be a caregiver for me. My children are spread out, and I hope I never have to make such a dramatic change. I am meditating on this possibility and have one option that is appealing to me: as the BoyScouts say, “Be prepared.” About Charles Moreland
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